It's getting cold in our house, I'm having trouble finding pleasing winter clothes for my boy and longing for a house we wanted to buy but didn't manage to. I've been feeling annoyed, impatient and displeased for many a day now.

And then the soup bowl there, that was the thing I was supposed to write about. I found her on my trip to Sweden last summer. She has her faults but I love her nevertheless. Sublime she is, and makes me think of happy festivities and parties. I sure could use some festivity now that everyday life seems a bit too raven-like.